I ponder about loses, feeling gritty, or
slithering slime: at church laughing, this listless unreality, this feudal
scientific: this tatted maniac, this fearful feature, our rolling eyes: this
dog-life, this cat-atmosphere, or days by control feeling secure: that uprooted
island, this treacherous ba, or ka to existence: this bird coop, that ocean
flame, our haywire fences: this bold heart, this warm wrath, at curses ruing
your slavery: as ruined adolescence, this roof of missiles, this gutted
intestinal—as more for tasty, this clear damsel, or years to fatal destruction:
our bowels dripping, our masters dying, or rapt’d for clinging to mortal concrete:
those abusive liaisons, this crippling attraction, this angelic soil—while
mother dangles, this mental portrait, this dying son: if but for resistance, or
hailing rain, as built a second by loneness: this abstract confidence, if but
this lonely room, to cross paths crumbling at seduction: this high horse, this
Crazy Horse, this galloping churn-fire: at white oil, this night of thieves, or
that silent hello: to give life, aching with tyranny, to enter thrust into
sheer decimation: this battlefield, or withheld adoration, while flogged for
devastated: those reaper fringes, this immortal personality, or features
becoming infatuated. I die a notch,
looking at possessions, a bit weary concerning satiation: such comely tallness,
such rounded astuteness, or so young working physicality: this abandoned
maniac, that creepy word, while none inquire about mental pegs: this trained
feature, this ruby wine, or those tetras alibis: moreover, this birth, to need acceptance,
while denied existence—feuding with human desperation: those hypnotic lenses,
this casual response, such anger demanding immediacy: to floor this plan, and
feeling goodness, to realize this rapture indecency: at dalliance in private,
at gestalt walking his crowd, or ruined for her brains are incessant: this
thought for reason, to ask concerning purpose, while ruined in Eros: our
gorgeous heartbreaks, our mechanic replies, or too deep to fully satisfy
immortal balance: this chief for honesty, this chief for deaths, this miracle
laughing while reneging. Oh God, this
weakness, this claim upon sanity: this walk in capsules, this deep enclosure,
this motif ripple: our abandoned membranes, this cerebral warfare, or days to
having but not fully possessing: as casual maniacs, or features mourning, or
grandiose nonsense: this inner falderal, this mental positivist, or this church
hound: at religiosity, praying this damsel, at eyes sensing this religious
body: our guts for holiness, our hearts revved, or indebted to one too far to
congratulate: as ever crying, and wiping eyes, if but those tomorrows: this
bleeding theme, this screaming woman, or so deeply alone it feels good: that
oxymoron, this scarred place, where God knows her name: this crafty specimen,
this diligent genius, or this woman so far in hurts it has become hertz: those
reaching mystical(s), this cleaving mythical, or cities to marsh to become
indelible: that artistic spin, this graffiti in emotions, or feeble attempts
not to melt. I darken solace, sensing
saviors, or mental to caterpillars diving too shallowly: this metal gate, this
inner Jerusalem, this die to life theologian: this mere man, this human vessel,
this kiln off for flimsy adoration: or egos protecting, or women laughing, at
that second falling to tiles: that sought mental, that sought anklet, or years
chasing this spiritual tassel: to feel awkward, while forced to function, a
tear girt in muddy sands: as men falling short, or women partly deranged, where
dementia has become compelling: those shifty lines, this radical damsel, those
realized insights: this damage about Love, this lobby of apparitions, or days
crawling this skin in you: as strangers possessed, while chasing faces, to come
to solemnity two miles to our arrival: this gutted flute, this wedded temporal,
or those saffron greetings: where Love wears purple, or Love wears blue, or
Love leaks a sleeveless alimony: to cut grills, to die language, as to rush for
grabbing filled with inner antipathies.
